Chapter 33
Zhao Yue smiled and said, “Old Eighth is cheeky enough to call himself the Evil King with his weak cultivation base.”
Of Ji Tiandao’s nine disciples, Zhu Honggong was only slightly stronger than Little Yuan’er. However, Little Yuan’er had just joined the sect for five years, and it would not take her long to surpass him. So, when Zhao Yue heard that their eighth junior brother, who was a little silly, called himself Evil King, she could not help but smile.
But Ye Tianxin said, “It is not that Old Eighth is too weak, but that old thing is too strong…”
What the world knew about Ji Tiandao came from all the ‘amazing feats’ he had done in those years, when he held sway in the world. But, only his disciples knew what the feeling of accompanying the old villain was.
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After the people of the Ci Family were rescued, they knelt and kowtowed to Lu Zhou to express their gratitude. As expected, he received merit points from the worship of over a hundred people. He found that although many of them kowtowed several times, he did not get extra points, which told him that additional kowtows would not earn him more merit points.
1Little Yuan’er had also reunited with her mother, and that excited her for quite a while. It was a pity that before they could talk further, Lu Zhou asked her to send all the people back to the residence. They still had someone to rescue: her father was still in the hands of that unknown but formidable cultivator.
“A two-apertures Mystic Enlightening cultivator, an eighth-tier Body Tempering cultivator…” Through the gap between his hair, the man glanced at Murong Hai and Lu Zhou, and then his eyes rested on Little Yuan’er. “…and an eight-meridians Brahma Sea cultivator. Tsk, tsk, this seems like a fair deal.”
Little Yuan’er’s eyes lit up, and she chuckled. “This one should last a little longer.”
The man roared with laughter.
Little Yuan’er was about to rush up, but Lu Zhou raised his hand and stopped her. While stroking his beard, he said, “You are too impatient. He’s merely a Divine Court cultivator. You will have your chance to fight.”
“Oh!”
Murong Hai was speechless. ‘Old Mister looks kind in terms of looks, but why is he so arrogant in speech? Is it because he has a granddaughter who has opened all eight meridians of the Brahma Sea realm?’
“Do you know who you’re talking to, old thing?” The black figure raised a hand and pointed at Lu Zhou.
“The Three Yin Styles of the Daoist Societies?” Lu Zhou’s tone remained calm.
That gave the man a pause, and he moved his eyes from Little Yuan’er to Lu Zhou. His intuition told him that this old man was not an eighth-tier Body Tempering cultivator, but had used some means to conceal his aura. And the fact that he could tell his sect with a glance proved that he was not as simple as he looked.
“Who are you?”
“You are practicing a reverse breathing method, which absorbs the energy essence of the heaven and earth through the Laogong acupoints in your arms and accumulates them in your dantian. The method is very easy to master, but it has a flaw—your bones will be filled with chills, and you will be in extreme pain for at least ten days a month.”
2Lu Zhou paused before continuing, “You only have three months left to live!”
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